Su Que entered the manor and appeared in front of Zhou Wutao in just three breaths.
But in that brief moment, he carved a bloody path.
Behind him, the ground was littered with corpses, and rivers of blood flowed.
This group of bandits often slaughtered others.
But little did they imagine that today, they would witness such a scene as the ones being slaughtered.
Swoosh!
Zhou Wutao saw Su Que already standing in front of him, his eyes wide, bloodshot.
He tightly gripped the long, curved Burmese Saber with both hands, pointing its tip at Su Que.
Slightly lowering his body, his right foot suddenly kicked off the ground.
From an eerie angle, he stabbed towards Su Que's neck artery!
In an instant, Zhou Wutao's entire body along with the Burmese Saber became a blur.
His whole being suddenly blurred into a shadow, and the Burmese Saber in his hand blurred into a cold light.
The blade tip tore through the air, emitting a sharp sound.
